I was sitting at the Farmer’s Market this past Saturday and someone said “Do people regularly stop and ask you stuff when you’re out and about? Directions, stuff like that?” “Um…Yes.” “I’m not surprised…” and off they walked.

Sunday liturgy at the house where I live has stopped for the summer—a great opportunity to branch out, go elsewhere. I headed down the street early last Sunday, intending to find a sunbeam in the Cathedral Church of All Saints and write for a while before services began. After helping someone figure out that it was the fire panel beeping at the entryway (‘See the blinking light? Just open the panel, acknowledge the trouble, and it will stop beeping while you figure out what is going on.’) I found my place and sat, drawing out notebook and pencil case. There was a particular topic I wanted to consider in words upon the page and was grateful for the time. Twice while deep in the weeds of wonder, someone approached asking if I was working on my sermon. My reply was something like “In a roundabout sort of way, I suppose I am…” I found that fascinating…and asked a friend—Why would they assume it was a sermon? Do I look like that’s what I’d be writing? They looked at me and laughed. “Uh…YES, Kim.”

Earlier today, I took my lunch of yogurt, almonds, and crumbled Weetabix over to the Public Gardens for a change of scenery. On my way in, there was a sweet baby standing on mama’s knee….and ooooo she was looking at me in my purple shirt and sunglasses! I started to dance as I walked closer. Mama started bouncing her knee and humming a beat that reminded me of Ghanan Ghanan from the film Lagaan and soon baby and I were both grooving and all three of us were laughing. The mother thanked me for bringing her daughter joy and I thanked the both of them for the same.

Okay, so I look like I might write a sermon…answer your question…and I dance in the Public Gardens…

I simply find it interesting that all of this has happened within the last several days…when I have been writing about how I think, how I understand things, express things…and how all of that has been received over time…in light of an invitation I received to attend an online course that will be about learning and also offering my own insight/experience.

And it all…well…Well, it leaves me with a not unpleasant and definitely not defined, Huh…

And I’d like to think that sometimes God does some of God’s finest doing in the Huh Time.

May I be open. May I be free. May I be curious and grateful, attentive, aware.